The Sword That Broke
Max folded his hands behind his back.
"Very well. If you do not wish to become a knight…"
His gaze didn't waver.
"Then how about becoming a teacher instead"
The words settled over the courtyard like a stone dropped into still water.
For a moment, even the wind seemed to pause.
Victor stood unmoved. His black hair stirred lightly against his collar, golden eyes steady and unreadable. Lane, beside him, watched Max carefully, her long dark hair flowing down her back like ink. She could feel it—the shift in the atmosphere. This wasn't an ordinary offer.
Max studied Victor's face, then after a brief pause, continued, his voice calm yet deliberate.
"I will even pay you five white gold coins per month. All you need to do is spar with the students every now and then, and just attend one of my classes once a week. That's all you need to do. So what do you say?"
A sharp inhale rippled through the students.
Five white gold coins.
The number struck like thunder.
